Date: Tue, 5 Aug 2003 22:25:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels
Subject: The Very Best Of Friends
Chapter I
Ian lay on his side, propped up on one elbow, looking down onto the smooth
clear face of the boy sleeping soundly next to him. Enough moonlight came
in through the window for him to see pretty well, despite it being the
middle of the night. Ian's chest ached at the love that he felt for Justin
and he felt tears start at the corners of his dark eyes, still another sign
of his intense feelings for the other boy. Ian knew it was love that he
felt, and not just the love of a best friend, but the honest and true love
of lovers, the intense desire to make love with that other person. It
wasn't about sex, although being able to cum because of the sex play was
certainly awesome, it was about sharing that most intimate part of himself
with another, the one thing left when all other facet's of their lives,
their thoughts, their beliefs, and their secrets had been shared.
Ian knew that he was gay, had known for as long as he could remember that
he liked, and was attracted to, other boys although until now he had not
acted out on those feelings. Despite his initial thoughts and feelings
about being gay, he had come to know and believe that it was okay for him
to feel as he did, that he wasn't bad or evil or wrong. As he lay there,
his mind drifted back over their friendship, how it had come to be, and
where it was now.
Both boys had been sent by their respective parents to spend at least part
of, if not the entire summer, with their grandmothers, the grandfather's of
both boys being out of the picture for one reason or another. Both boys had
been provided with the same bribe, that they would be in Hawaii for the
summer. That was a pretty big bribe for two boys from small mainland towns
without beaches or a great deal of warm sunny weather. Their hometowns
were the first of many things that the boys had discovered they had in
common. Another similarity, although not identical, was the reason they
found themselves in each other's presence. Ian's parents were teachers at a
small college who were shepherding their students on a tour of Europe that
could not include their son due to school policies. Justin's parents on the
other hand were touring Asia and the Middle East, a sort of second
honeymoon and combined business trip that did not include the presence of
their thirteen-year old son. Truth be known, a lot of their activities
didn't include their son, not that the boy was neglected but more like his
parents had an active business and resulting social life.
Ian had arrived first, his grandmother picking him up at the airport and
bringing him back to her small three bedroom house in a quiet neighborhood
not all that far from Waikiki. A couple of days later he was sitting on
the front porch doing nothing in particular when a stretch limo pulled up
in front of the wrought iron gate of the large stucco house next door. An
interesting thing about many neighborhoods in the islands is that a large
expensive house can reside quite comfortably next to an older smaller
one. In any case the back door of the stretch opened and a blonde haired
boy that looked to be Ian's age, climbed out. The very cute boy was
followed by an older lady who appeared to be a direct contrast to his own
grandmother. Ian's grandmother was a rather plain and unassuming sixty plus
year old woman. This woman was dressed nicely, if not a little
flamboyantly, her hair and makeup were done and her voice high and melodic,
easily heard from where Ian sat.
"Here we are darling," she exclaimed as she climbed out of the car, and
immediately began directing the driver to pull the luggage from the trunk.
Ian had not seen the woman in the few days he had been there so assumed,
correctly as it turned out, that she had been away from the house. She
bullied the limo driver into carrying her luggage to the front door while
the boy carried his own two large suitcases as well as carry on; the latter
kept slipping off of his shoulder. Ian decided that helping the boy would
speed up the inevitable introductions so jumped up, ran onto the sidewalk
and headed next door, calling out as he approached the struggling youth,
"Here, let me help you." The other boy looked him with a grateful smile,
his blue gray eyes sparkling along with his perfectly straight crystal
white teeth.
"Thank you," he said, his voice somewhat high and not yet broken with
puberty. Ian took one of the suitcases and the boy adjusted himself to the
lightened load. At the front door, the covered porch keeping them out of
the sun, the lady paid the driver then unlocked the front door and turned
to face the boys.
"Well, you must be Amy's grandson Dean." Ian smiled and said his name, to
which she replied, "yes, Ian, that's right. I'm so forgetful some times.
This is my grandson Justin. The boys shook hands, each boy discovering
that the other had a firm handshake without trying to dominate the other,
as they both said hi.
"My name is Angela, you can call me Angie, and I'm Justin's gramma," she
said, extending a hand with rings on each hand for the boy to shake. "Tell
you what Ian, why don't you give us about a half hour to get unpacked and
settled in and come back over and I'll fix you boys lunch." Ian said that
was fine and went back next-door and told his grandmother what had
happened. She smiled and commented that Angie was a nice lady, if not a
little eccentric.
"I'm glad her grandson is here and I'm sure that you boys will get along
fine and keep each other company." Little did either of them know to what
extent that statement would prove true. Before the sun set on the day,
both boys knew in their hearts that they had found a soul mate, that they
shared the makings of becoming the best of friends. Ian hoped for much
more.
The days began to go by in a blur. The boys spent every waking hour
together and after the first week, every sleeping hour at one house or the
other and in the process learned about each other. They discovered that
they lived about two hundred and fifty miles from each other, Ian having
lived in his small town most of his young life and Justin a recent
transplant to his, his parents wanting the less hectic life of small town
living after being in the city. Justin felt that was a little bit of a
laugh because they were only an hour and a half from the city and they
still maintained a small apartment there where his father spent at least a
couple of nights a week because it was close to his businesses. The family
spent at least one weekend a month in the city for the cultural and social
aspects which in turn allowed Justin to stay in touch with a few of his
friends. Both boys vowed early that because of their relatively close
proximity they would not only stay in touch, but also try to get together
as often as possible. Because Justin's family's financial position was far
and away much better than Ian's, they figured that he would be doing more
of the traveling between homes than Ian would.
They discovered that, both being thirteen, their birthdays were about three
months apart, Justin in October and Ian's in January. The boys were the
same height, five foot four, although Ian's longer thick black hair added a
slight bit of height to his stockier frame. Ian seemed to always have a
smile on his face, his crystal white teeth a clear contrast to his more
olive skin, the latter attributed to being about a quarter Navajo. Where
Ian was a little darker, Justin was from a more northern European stock and
thus was fair skinned, although hours spend daily on the beach were tanning
him up nicely and lightening his buzz cut blonde hair. Where Justin's
thinner arms and legs were as smooth as young girls, Ian had clearly begun
the puberty maturation process. Short black stubbles of hair were becoming
evident on his calves, his forearm hair was beginning to change color and
his armpits had each already sprouted half dozen straight black
strands. This difference in bodies had not escaped either boy and Justin
made comment on it toward the end of their first week together.
"Gosh I can't believe I'm older than you and don't have any hairs on my
legs and under my arms." They were lounging about in the cool walled back
yard at Justin's house, his grandmother off at some social gathering or
another.
"My dad is pretty hairy so I guess that's where I get it from. I started
getting em down there," Ian said, pointing to his crotch, "when I was
twelve."
"That's cool," Justin replied, and then added, "At least that got started a
little while ago." Ian said that was pretty cool then said,
"Can I ask you a personal question Justin?" The boy responded with a nod
of the head and commented that Ian could ask him anything.
"Well, what color are they? I mean, you're blonde so are they like, blonde
too?"
"Naw, they're mostly brownish like." At that he stood up and tugged the
front of his board shorts and boxers down far enough to expose the little
patch of medium brown pubic fuzz for his friend to see. Ian was still on
the ground so was almost eye level with the exhibit. Justin's patch was
quite small as well as sparse, the skin of his pubic bone quite visible
through the tangle, causing Ian to figure that he'd only been growing hairs
for about six months or so.
"They look so soft," Ian commented and reached out with his finger to touch
them slightly before jumping to his feet. He followed Justin's action and
tugged down the front of his surf shorts exposing a moderate patch of hairs
that matched the color of that on his head, pitch black. His pubic hair was
becoming a thick patch that was confined to the base of his cock, which was
barely visible under his fingers as he held the cloth away for his friends'
inspection.
"Wow that's quite a bit," Justin commented as he reached out and
unselfconsciously touched the bush as Ian had touched his. "Do you have any
on your balls?" When Ian said he didn't Justin said that he hadn't grown
any there yet either. "
So," Justin said, pulling his clothes back into place, "what are we gonna
do today?" Ian was thinking he'd like to strip his friends clothes off and
suck his cock but that wasn't possible this early in the relationship and
besides, the intimacy of the moment had passed and he intuitively knew that
any sexual references at this point would not be as well received as they
might at another time.
Later that night, as Ian lay in his bed, he allowed his mind to play again
that bonding moment and felt himself stir. He slipped his boxers down to
his ankles, nursed his young cock into it's full on rigid state of five or
so inches, and proceeded to jack off dreaming about sucking Justin's hard
cock. Afterwards, as he lay panting, he reckoned that he'd just had one of
the best cums in recent memory thanks to that fantasy.
Most of the time the boys could be found body boarding at the Walls in
Waikiki. Justin's grandmother had bought them each boogie boards, fins and
rash guards and the Walls was the premier boarding spot in Waikes, the
local nic for Waikiki.
The day after the pubic hair sharing incident the boys were laying on the
beach resting and drying out after two full hours in the water. They had
discarded their rash guards so were lying on towels in surf shorts.
"You know, you got a really good body Ian," Justin commented. "I mean, it's
not all buffed out but it's pretty defined, better than any boys in my gym
class at school." Indeed the young teen did have a great body, which had
been provided partially by genetics and augmented by four years of swimming
on school and community teams. His chest was beginning to bulge a bit, the
line separating his pecs giving great definition, dark areolas and small
nipples in the center of each. The vertical line continued down to his
navel, along the way meeting the beginning horizontal lines of a six
pac. As if that weren't enough to garner attention, there was his beauty;
olive skin darkening even more with the sun, a short not quite turned up
nose, long thick lashes framing large dark eyes that often had a lock of
thick black hair threatening his vision. He had full generous lips with a
perfect cupid's bow, their duskiness creating contrast for those crystal
white teeth. All in all Ian was better put together than one boy in three
hundred and he knew it, but he never showed it. He was what parents call a
nice boy, polite, kind and generous to a fault.
Justin's body by contrast was slender, almost to a point of being thin. His
overall torso had the requisite parts, and although they looked good, they
just weren't defined like Ian's although his flat belly ran very gently
into his board shorts, the high point of his hips creating small valleys
between leg and pubic bone. Like most of the rest of his young body, his
face was hairless and smooth as porcelain, perfect boys lips that framed
the crystal white teeth and those eyes, those blue gray eyes that almost
dominated ones attention. His brows and lashes were thick and well
designed; giving those dynamic eyes a great but non-detracting frame. He
was as much a beauty as Ian. In ancient Greece they would have been viewed
as perfect, today's world not being a whole lot different. Together, their
beauty would almost stop traffic. Truth be known, when they were out and
about people of both sexes and all ages tended to cast glances in their
direction. The boys seemed oblivious to it, wrapped up in their own world.
"I wish I had a body like yours Ian," he continued, "I'm too skinny but I'm
just not that interested in doing buffing up type sports to change it."
Justin's forte was track, he loved to run, frequently being in the top
slots at his school and close to the top at state level. He had been
approached by a coach and so was contemplating soccer that fall, his speed
and agility desperately needed for his schools team.
Ian had rolled to his side and was looking over at Justin. "Your body's
okay, besides, your looks make up for it. I bet most people see all of you
and not just your body even you might think they don't." Justin moved to
face his friend and said,
"Yeah, well, you're really cute too AND you have a great body so I bet
people would look more at you than they would me."
"Naw," Ian retorted. "Look," he said, his fingers trailing softly along
Justin's cheek. "Your skin is so so smooth, like silk or something and it's
so perfect, no scars or marks of any kind and with the sun you're getting
it's turning all golden color. I love how it looks." His hand changed
position, moving to Justin's slender chest. "Same here too, no marks or
anything, it's just perfect." His fingers moved downward to a point about
halfway to the waistband of the boy's surf shorts before he realized what
he was doing. He pulled his hand away but not before a look passed between
the two boys. A barrier had been hurdled, Ian was sure of it. The look in
Justin's eyes had been total acceptance of what his friend was saying and
doing. And just maybe, the look was a mirror to Ian's true feelings about
Justin.
Alas, the intimacy of the moment was ruined by the onset of the shrill
siren of a police car less than a hundred feet away as it tore off in the
opposite direction toward some newly reported emergency. Both boys rolled
to their bellies to see what was going on then rolled back over and sat
up. It was getting late on toward lunch and Justin's grandmother was
suppose to be taking the boys somewhere.
"I spose we should be going," Justin said, and Ian agreed with him. Back at
their houses, Ian found out from his grandmother that she was going to be
needed for a few days up on the west side of the island. The grand
matriarch of a family whom she had been quite close to for a number of
years was dying and Amy's presence was needed.
"I've spoken to Angela and she is going to watch after you and before you
say anything let me finish. I trust you so you're welcome to stay here in
this house while I'm gone or you're welcome to stay over there. Either way,
you need to check with Angela as to your comings and goings. There's plenty
of food in the house, the number where I'll be at is right next to the
phone. Oh, Justin is welcome to stay here at night anytime you're here. I
don't think I'll be gone long but just there is money in the cookie jar in
the kitchen." A horn honked outside and she asked him to carry her bag out
to the car and gave him a kiss and hug before climbing in and heading off.
Ian went back into the house to shower and get ready to go over to Justin's
and off to lunch. Justin meanwhile was already in the process of getting
ready and had stripped off his clothes in preparation for a shower. He
stood naked before the full-length mirror in his room and looked over his
slender body. His chest and abs were, while not buffed and totally cut,
were pleasant to look at, even if slender. His eyes were drawn to the pure
white skin of his groin and upper thighs, a very visible contrast to his
tanned skin. His eyes came to rest on his boyhood, hanging limp, and he was
grateful for the growth of hairs, however sparse they might be. He wished
though that his cock and balls would grow some more. He was self-conscious
about its size, not quite four and a half inches when hard, seemingly tiny
when soft as it was now. He had noticed though that it seemed to hang
better in Hawaii, not knowing that the heat caused that to happen. He
cupped his balls and noticed that they too seemed to be hanging a little
more free and not a sac held close to his body.
As he looked himself over he thought about that afternoon at the
beach. Ian's touch had almost been electric to the young teen, especially
when Ian touched his belly at the edge of his board shorts. Ian's voice,
the look in his eyes made Justin's belly feel like it was full of
Butterfly's and he felt his cock rise at the memory. He stroked himself
absently, wondering what was going on in Ian's mind when he had said those
things, when he touched Justin's face, a touch so gentle and soft. As his
cock reached it's full length, Justin wondered what would have happened if
those sirens hadn't gone off, if they hadn't been in public. He wondered if
Ian would have gone further down and if he would have actually touched
Justin's cock. The Butterfly's grew more active at that thought and
Justin's breathing became more rapid. His blue-gray eyes closed as he
fondled his smooth balls and stroked his cock. Justin thought about what
Ian's cock looked like, wondered what it might feel like in his hand and
doing to Ian what Justin was doing to himself. He felt his cock swell all
of a sudden and opened his eyes in time to see three globs of sperm shoot
out and hit the mirror. He had automatically thrust his slender hips
forward when he came and now relaxed back flat on his feet but a little
unsteady as the feelings died away and a few more dribbles of cum ran down
onto his finger.
"God I love that" he thought as he backed away from the mirror and sat in a
chair while his body returned to normal. Five minutes later as he washed
himself down in the large shower, Justin wondered about what he had just
done, jacking off thinking about another boy. He wondered about the
feelings of having Ian touching him, he wondered what was going through
Ian's mind when he did it. Justin wasn't totally naieve. Although he had
never done it, he knew that boys sometimes messed around with other boys
and it was no big deal but this seemed different. The look that had passed
between them at the last had carried some sort of silent message. Justin
just wasn't sure what that message was but thinking about it started up
those damned Butterfly's again.
They ended up having lunch at a place called Dixie then went to an
afternoon showing of Terminator 3. Both boys agreed that the special
effects were pretty cool, the ending was lame and that the second one was
the best, mostly because of Eddie Furlong and his being about their
age. Justin's grandmother was impressed with Arnold's naked ass and
commented that it was a shame that there wasn't more male frontal nudity in
films. The boys were silently disgusted, not necessarily about the content
of Angie's discussion but that she was even talking about it.
It was decided that Ian would spend the night at Justin's, at least for
that first night and they'd figure out the rest as it came. Angie didn't
have a lot of boy type things in the house but she did have a computer and
was on line so they both answered email, played a few games, and tried to
avoid porn sites, more for Justin's grandmother's sensibilities than
anything. In retrospect the chances were that she wouldn't have said a
thing. One thing Angie wasn't was a prude. A demonstration of that came
later in regard to sleeping arrangements.
"I have four extra bedrooms Ian and you are more than welcome to use any
one of them but I suppose that you and Justin will want to sleep in the
same room and stay up half the night chattering away." So it was
decided. Later, in Justin's room, both boys seemed a little ill at ease as
they slowly undressed for bed and if they had thought about it, the whole
scene could have been quite an erotic type of slow strip. As it was they
were both just a little self-conscious, Ian's being more about not wanting
to offend Justin or something. Justin had helped things along a little by
turning on a small light on his nightstand. A deep blue, it added a nice
change in the otherwise white room but gave enough light to see by. Once
the boys were down to boxers they sat on the edge of the queen sized bed
and debated who wanted which side, although the bed was placed in the
center of a wall so there were no walls or corners to avoid. The issue was
soon resolved and they slipped under the sheet and light blanket.
Conversation was light, about all manner of things and both boys alternated
between lying on their backs or rolled on their sides and looking at each
other, depending on whether eye contact was necessary to the conversation
at the moment. Regardless of which position they were in, toes eventually
met under the covers and in time more of the feet and ankles. Neither boy
seemed to be forcing it but neither boy was shying away from it
either. Once the initial body contact was made and not rejected, fingers or
hands might run into each other, or one of them might intentionally touch
the other as in making a point about something. Somewhere the yawns started
showing up, small ones at first then the biggies and conversation started
to lag.
"Ian," Justin asked, the question broken up by an open mouthed yawn.
"ummhmm," the other boy mumbled sleepily.
"Did you mean what you said today about my skin, about how soft it is and
how much you like it?"
An alarm went off in Ian's brain. "Was this it?" He thought. "Was this his
chance to somehow let Justin know how he felt?" The problem was that he was
so sleepy and he didn't really trust himself not to ruin things. He rolled
onto his side and faced the other boy who was still on his back, hands at
his sides.
"Yes I did Justin," he said quietly, "very much." As if in emphasis his
toes touched Justin's toes and he ran the back of his fingers down the side
of the boy's face, just as he had that morning. Justin was quiet for a
moment.
"That feels good, you touchin me," he said in a voice barely audible. Ian
took a chance and moved his hand to Justin's chest, again, like he had in
the morning. Earlier, the boys had shoved the sheet down so that they were
uncovered down to their boxers, the waistbands visible. Ian allowed his
fingers to trail lightly over Justin's chest and down onto his belly
causing the boy to shiver and break out in goose flesh as his friends light
touch stimulated Justin's nerves. Ian's fingers stopped at the waistband of
fabric and he debated about whether to go further or not. Justin solved the
dilemma by rolling on his side to face Ian.
"That feels so good Ian, let me do it to you." Ian rolled onto his back and
Justin moved in close to him, so close that their entire legs were touching
each other. Ian let his fingers move lightly along Ian's face then down
onto the boy's firm chest. With the tips of his fingers he grazed lightly
across Ian's nipples causing them to firm up almost immediately. Downward
Justin went, slowly and barely touching skin. Ian's belly tensed and
relaxed with the feelings, other feelings mixing in with them caused by
Justin's breathing so close to his face. Justin had moved his face close to
Ian's and kept it there, watching his friend's face change as Justin
stimulated him. As he reached the waistband of Ian's boxer, Ian prayed that
the room was dark enough and the sheet covering him enough so that Justin
wouldn't see that he had a raging hard cock. Actually he sort of caught
between wanting his friend to see the effect he was having on Ian's body
and not wanting him too. Justin's hand stopped, resting heavily on Ian's
lower belly, the fingers moving slowly in and out in one place.
"How was that Ian, was that cool, did you like it?" he asked, his voice
still low, his face till close to Ian's.
"Yeah, I did, it feels good when you touch me too Justin, I like it." He
looked into Justin's eyes and added, "A lot." It was another moment. That
look passed between the boys again. Both boys were wanting to go further,
to know more about each other's bodies but nervous about making the first
move, not sure how the other would respond to more personal exploration of
his body.
Justin's hand moved slightly downward, onto the front of the waistband of
Ian's boxers, causing the latter to hold his breath, wanting and praying
for Justin's hand to move just a little more and discover Ian's now painful
hardon. Justin's hand moved, but it went up, across Ian's belly, onto his
chest and back to the side of Ian's face where he moved it back and forth
as if petting the boy.
"You're the best friend I ever had Ian, I just want you to know that." He
said it very quietly, emotion in his voice. Justin leaned down and kissed
Ian on the lips. It was more of a peck than a kiss and it was as much a
surprise to Justin as it was Ian. Justin was scared that he blew it, that
Ian would freak out but he didn't.
"Me too Justin, you're the best friend I ever had too." He raised his hand,
placed it at the back of Justin's head and urged him back down, raising his
own head at the same time. Their lips met and this time it was longer,
although still mostly a peck by kissing standards. They separated but their
eyes were still locked.
"I'm kinda scared Ian," Justin whispered. "I don't know what to do, I don't
know. I got all these feelings tearing around inside of me." Ian gently
pulled Justin to him and the boy relented, laying his head on Ian's chest
and allowing the rest of his body to relax both on and against Ian.
"I know," Ian whispered, "me too."
Chapter II
Sometime in the night Justin woke up and found himself entangled in Ian's
arms, his hand lying on the other boy's hip. Still groggy, he was awake
enough to back away a little bit, and let his hand slip between them to
that which had been poking him in the hip. Very carefully, he grasped onto
Ian's rock hard cock and gently felt up and down the length of the shaft,
gauging its size and firmness. His brain wasn't registering a whole lot
other than it felt nice and he put his hand back on Ian's hip and snuggled
back in close. If Justin had been looking he would have seen a smile break
out on Ian's face before they both fell back asleep, Ian's arms reflexively
embracing Justin as if protecting the boy.
When Justin woke the next morning he found Ian spooned into him, both boys
facing the same direction, Justin's arm draped over Ian's side and resting
against his chest. Justin had a raging hard on and could feel it pressing
against Ian's butt. He felt a little embarrassed by it and backed away from
the boy gently. Once free, he slipped out of bed and padded into his
bathroom and assumed the morning pose of most male, sort of hunched over
the growler, fingers on the end of his cock and pushing it downward.
"Next," came a voice from the door startling Justin so much that he pissed
on the toilet lid before regaining command of the stream. He turned his
head to see Ian standing in the doorway, the front of his boxers sticking
out, clearly in need of relieving himself.
"You scared the shit out of me," Justin said as his eyes scanned over Ian's
body, Ian seemingly not in the least self conscious about his condition.
Justin finished and squeezed the last few drops out, shook himself a couple
of times and pulled the front of his boxers back up and into place. He took
some tissue and quickly wiped down the toilet seat then stepped away so Ian
could move in place. He washed his hands as Ian pissed, seemingly a long
affair and went back into the bedroom and slid back into bed. The toiled
flushed, the sink ran a moment and Ian reappeared and joined Justin under
the sheet.
They lay on their sides facing each other, the bedroom window thrown wide
open and a slight breeze blowing through. Justin asked how Ian had slept
and they both talked about that for a moment, both having woke at some
point in the middle of the night either holding the other one or being
held. Ian broke the ice by commenting on Justin's cock up against his butt
and giggled when he told Justin.
"I knew it was just pee though, and not love," he said with a smile that
caused Justin to blush deeply. Not to be outdone Justin retorted,
"How do you know, just cause I got up to pee, maybe it was both." Ian's
eyes never left Justin's during the following pause and then he asked
quietly,
"So, which was it then, one, the other, or both?" Justin chose to be coy,
allowed a sort of sly look to cross his face and said with exaggeration,
"Weeeell that was a pretty long pee in there."
"Oh you little brat," Ian said rolling into the other boy and proceeding to
tickle under his arms, into his ribs and wherever else his finger could
manage to get to. Justin giggled and fought to keep Ian's hands from
finding targets, managing to get hold of both of the boy's wrists and
holding them to his chest. By this time Ian was lying half onto Justin's
body, a leg thrown over his hip, their crotches all but pushed
together. Ian's face loomed above Justin's and as if together, both boys
realized the position they were in and the struggling stopped. The stayed
like that, quiet, their faces only six inches apart, Ian's moving ever so
slowly toward Justin's. He likely would have kissed Justin and that would
have undoubtedly led to the boys consummating their relationship right then
and there but fate, once again, interrupted.
A loud knock on the bedroom door caused them to fall away from each other
quickly, the fear of, and embarrassment, if Angie should come into the
room.
"If you guys want a ride out to Sandy's you need to get up. I have to leave
in thirty five minutes," Justin's grandmother called through the door.
The boys had planned on going out to a beach called Sandy's out on the
south shore. It was a great body boarding and body surfing beach, the waves
generally higher than most places on the island.
"Okay," Justin called out then said to Ian, "you want to shower first or
me?" Ian said he would go in first and rolled off of the bed facing away
from it. As he walked toward the bathroom Justin thought that the front of
Ian's boxers were sticking out just a little bit farther than they should
have been.
"No wonder," he thought to himself. His own underwear weren't exactly flat
either, his cock about half way hard. He heard the shower start and the
glass shower door close and slid out of bed. He wondered what was happening
here. He thought about the night before, the kiss, the holding of each
other, the confirmation of being best friends, and then just then that
morning. He liked the feeling of his hard cock up against Ian's firm butt
while he held onto the boy. He liked having the other boy almost on top of
him. He knew that if his grandmother hadn't interrupted them that Ian would
have kissed him, he knew it with all his heart. What's more, he had wanted
Ian to kiss him. He knew too that they would have passed a point of no
return. It's one thing to do that sort of thing at night, in the dark and
when you're almost asleep but in broad daylight and wide-awake was an
entirely different story. Justin was scared, or maybe it was just
nervousness. Either way, he wanted badly for things to move forward, to
move into the sexual arena, but he wanted just as badly for it not to.
He wandered into the bathroom to brush his teeth, his cock having returned
to its less embarrassing default position. Having gotten to the bathroom,
he felt that he needed to take a dump, so moved past the sink and shower
stall into the separate little room where the toilet was and closed the
door. About half way through the experience the shower shut off and he
heard Ian asking through the door for a clean towel.
"Under the sink," he answered loudly to compensate for the noise of the
exhaust fan.
He finished his chore, flushed the john and opened the door to see a fully
naked Ian, back toward him on the other side of the small room, toweling
his hair dry. Justin looked; slack jawed, at the boys' body. The delicious
looking firm butt and upper thighs were lighter in color that the rest of
his tanned torso. Ian dropped the towel downward to wrap around his waist
as he turned, giving Justin a fast half a glance at his cock. It wasn't
much, the glance that is, but the dick looked okay.
Justin felt his own cock start to respond again and moved quickly to the
shower door and turned the faucets on, adjusting the water as Ian moved out
of Justin's way and stood in front of the sink where he wiped a spot off on
the mirror and started brushing his teeth. He watched as the other boy
dropped his boxers, giving Ian a good look as his pale slender butt before
it disappeared into the spray, the door closing behind him.
Like his friend, Ian had been thinking of the events of the past few days
as well and if the two boy's thoughts could have been written down side by
side, they would have appeared almost identical. The main difference was
that Ian badly wanted for things to go forward, there being more fear of it
not happening, than the opposite. As a gay boy, he knew it was time for him
to begin exploring his sexuality with someone, and not his fantasies and
his hands. And he knew that Justin was who he wanted to explore with. He
had almost cursed when Angie had knocked on the door. They had been so
close and he too had known what it would have progressed to.
The shower went off and Justin opened the door a crack and asked Ian to get
him a clean towel from under the sink. Ian did as he was asked and Justin
took it through the crack, drying off behind the glass then stepping out as
he wrapped the towel around his waist. He had only done a cursory drying
and once they were back in the bedroom Ian told him to hold still. Standing
behind him, Ian took off his own towel and began drying Justin's back, then
down his legs before standing up and re-wrapping his towel. Justin turned
to face him and thanked him for helping him out.
"That's what best friends are for," Ian replied with a smile. He went to a
small bag that he had brought over the day before and pulled out a pair of
boxers while Justin, standing almost next to him, took a pair from his
dresser drawer. Justin began pulling his on up under his towel while Ian
had other ideas. He simply let his towel fall to the floor, giving Justin
another full on shot of him from behind, although this time they were only
three feet apart. Justin felt his cock start to harden as he gazed over his
friends' body.
"What is that Ian," he said, stepping close and touching a mark in the
small of Ian's back. Justin so wanted to grasp onto the firm looking orbs
that were just below his hand. Ian had made no move to put his underwear
on, choosing to stand naked in front of his friend and allowing him to look
over Ian's body all he wanted to, well, the back half any way.
"Oh that, I got it when I was little, it got cut open when I scraped
against some steel or something," Ian said as he looked over his
shoulder. Justin's fingers lingered there, rubbing lightly back and forth
over the scar. Ian finally bent slightly and pulled his boxers on then
turned to face Justin, who had pulled his towel off and went about
finishing his own basic adjustments that included trying to hide an
appendage that had begun collecting blood. They stood quietly facing each
other the heat building once again between them.
"We better get going," Justin finally said and pulled a clean pair of board
shorts from his dresser and tugged them on. Ian on the other hand was
tempted to suggest that they stay home, get naked and play all day but he
was too scared, not wanting to risk Justin's rejection or have Justin think
ill of him. Ian didn't think he could bare either of those things
"Yeah," he said, the catch in his voice a telltale sign of emotion.
They spend a good four hours at Sandy's while Angie was engaged in whatever
social pursuit she was at. The waves were only moderate which was actually
good for the boys as even experienced wavers could have difficulty on this
beach. The waves tended to hammer you into the sand and the strength of
them receding could make it difficult to stand or get out of the way of the
next one coming in. In the process of being tumbled about the boys
discovered that sand managed to get in every nook, cranny, and crevice that
their bodies as well as their surf shorts had to offer. But it was good
exhilarating fun and served a purpose of taking their young minds away from
the sexual tension that was building inside both of them.
By noon thirty both boys were tired and getting hungry and decided to head
in to shower down and lay in the sun to dry off before Angie picked them
up. On the last wave as they were going in Justin got hit while underwater
and when the wave receded he and three other boys were left on the sand,
one boy moaning loudly. They had all somehow gotten too close together and
the power of the wave caused them to crash into each other, which is why
Justin ended up limping up the sand, and arm around Ian to help him. At the
outdoor showers Ian looked him over but no bruise was apparent on the side
of his thigh, although a knot could be felt under the skin.
Chapter III
At Ian's house later that afternoon Justin was still limping but it was
minimal so the boys decided to just hang out for the rest of the day and
not tax the leg. Angie took them out to dinner and afterwards they went
back over to Ian's, the plan being that they would spend the night
there. Amy didn't have air conditioning but it wasn't usually needed. A
huge Avocado tree in the back yard provided a great deal of shade over the
single story home and there were plenty of windows for ventilation not to
mention oscillating fans in the bedrooms and living room. Still and all, it
could get warm and Ian had discovered that being naked generally proved to
be the wisest coarse, although he found it difficult to impart that
information to Justin. Maybe the opportunity would come up before the night
was out.
As dusk was falling, and the light was failing, Ian asked how Justin's
thigh was and the boy replied that it was a little sore but not bad.
"How about taking a hot shower then I'll rub it for you afterwards," Ian
suggested. "I could use another shower myself, I feel a little sticky."
Frequent showers were another way he had discovered that helped stay
cooler.
'That sounds okay to me," Justin replied and both boys got up from the sofa
where they'd been sitting and went into Ian's room and stripped to
boxers. Justin limp was still visible and that prompted Ian to ask,
"Do you want to shower together, that way I can help if you have like, a
hard time standing or something?" It was a bit of a stretch but he was
serious, it wasn't just a ploy to get Justin naked and within touching
distance. Justin nodded his head saying that might be okay.
The boys walked down the hall to the single bathroom, Justin's limp
seemingly a little worse than before as if to justify showering
together. The bathroom was fairly large and the shower was a detachable
head on the wall of the bathtub. Ian turned on a light and Justin
commented,
"Can we not have a light Ian, I'm kinda sorta embarrassed?" The light from
the large bathroom window was sufficient to the task at hand, but only
barely and it would be almost totally dark before the boys were finished.
"How about it I turn on the hall light then and maybe close the door a
little bit." Ian felt a little bit as Justin did, about showing his naked
body all of a sudden. Justin nodded his head so Ian left the room, turned
on the light and closed the door about half way. The room was still dusky
but provided enough light to be safe, from both preventing an accident and
offering at least a small amount of privacy.
Ian got the water going, the temperature adjusted and then, his back still
to Justin, dropped his underwear and stepped in and made way for Justin who
did the same, stepping into the shower with his back to Ian and avoiding
looking at the boy, much as he wanted to. Justin soaked himself down then
asked Ian if he wanted to change places so he could do the same. Ian
mumbled a yes and so the boys traded, Ian sliding by. Both boys had elected
the modest route so were facing in opposite directions causing their butts
to graze each other in the passing. Justin took the bar of soap and began
soaping himself down. Once Ian was soaked he had little to do since there
was only one bar of soap and to stand like he was, facing the showerhead
doing nothing looked silly. He took the chance and turned around to face
Justin who was soaping his crotch. Both boys looked to the others' eyes,
both dying to look down and finally see what the other had but not wanting
to be the first to show his curiosity. Justin soaped his hands up then
handed the bar to Ian then proceeded to reach behind him and clean his butt
hole while Ian went about cleaning his upper body.
"Wanna trade?" Justin asked when he finished. Ian nodded his head and so
the boys passed, this time facing each other and both feeling the other's
cock as it grazed their bodies in the confined space. Justin took the
nozzle down and rinsed his front completely before turning and directing
the spray up inside his butt. Ian was soaping the same area that Justin was
rinsing and the boy's eyes met still again. Of course they were far enough
apart that they could still see each other's groin in their peripheral
vision without looking but not very clearly. They finished their chore at
the same time and without a word traded places still again. With nothing to
do but look at Ian's cute little butt said,
"Want me to wash your back?"
"Sure, if you want to," Ian replied. Justin soaped his hands then gently
washed Ian, starting at his shoulders and moving back and forth across the
dusky skin of his friends' back, moving downward until he reach his
butt. Justin wanted desperately to touch Ian, to rub his firm buns but
didn't.
"There, done." he said.
Ian turned around stood facing Justin under the spray, his hands going
behind him to open his cheeks and rinse out the inside. The boys were now
only inches apart and both felt the tension building once again. When he
was done Ian asked if Justin wanted his back washed and he said no, maybe
next time so Ian turned around and shut the water off, slid the shower
curtain back and stepped out. He grabbed towels and turned to hand one to
Justin who was stepping out behind him. In that moment both boys allowed
their eyes to stay for the first time to the others' crotch each deciding
that it was time to end the shy game. Both discovered that the other was
hard, both cocks proudly standing straight up in the air.